[ that...earns even more of a suspicious look, dosei's eyes scrunching and face pinching with...he's not sure. it's a deep-set sort of self-deprecating confusion, unsure and uncomfortable in the way he lets the question settle in the air.
is it so hard, he thinks, to answer simply? what could possibly be so embarrassing an answer they wouldn't want to say it here? he can feel the burn of niko's eyes on the back of his neck, and a tense silence seems to settle.
they shouldn't be here. he doesn't really want them here. but his gaze flickers from them, to their face, to the wall behind them-
and makes an exasperated growl in the back of his throat before he reaches out to snatch their wrist and tug them inside. if they want to follow, he'll promptly try to drag them down the hall to an open door, right past the gobsmacked figure of his older brother and into what seems to be a hastily put together guest room.
the door closes, cutting them off from the rest of the apartment, and the air feels somewhat stagnant. ]
<< Fine. >> [ fine. here. his hands gesture to the room, obviously lived in but not quite personal, and dosei stares in a way that might suggest he's trying to burn a hole through them for answers. ] << You wanna say something, then say it. >>
[ oh. well. if he can touch them, then touching him is fair game, they decide. they don’t reach for his hands - he needs those. they reach for his shoulders, pushing him deeper into the room. whatever his reaction, they keep pushing.
back. and back. until they have him cornered.
until he can’t run from them. ]
You… [ they repeat it again, like a sigh. like relief, that they have him here in front of them. this close. and he touched them first. he did. ] You… are so annoying. Yes, I think that’s… a little of what I feel.
[ it’s a start. they’re still trying to figure out the list that makes up their feelings for him. ]
I think… perhaps… you mistake my intentions for pity. Sometimes. [ they push him into the wall, firm - not aggressive. or they try. ] But what’s there to pity when you’re so beautiful and your feelings are so raw?
[ he wants words from them, so they’ll let it spill. trickles at first, then more and more all over his floor. he’ll have to step on the words they leave behind if he wants to escape - and they hope the awkward angles of thoughts scattered poke him into thinking of them. ]
And I am - angry - that you like him. [ they don’t have to elaborate. ] But you don’t like me. All of this and I cannot ignore you. All of this and I still come here to reach for you.
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Date: 2025-01-22 07:27 am (UTC)is it so hard, he thinks, to answer simply? what could possibly be so embarrassing an answer they wouldn't want to say it here? he can feel the burn of niko's eyes on the back of his neck, and a tense silence seems to settle.
they shouldn't be here. he doesn't really want them here. but his gaze flickers from them, to their face, to the wall behind them-
and makes an exasperated growl in the back of his throat before he reaches out to snatch their wrist and tug them inside. if they want to follow, he'll promptly try to drag them down the hall to an open door, right past the gobsmacked figure of his older brother and into what seems to be a hastily put together guest room.
the door closes, cutting them off from the rest of the apartment, and the air feels somewhat stagnant. ]
<< Fine. >> [ fine. here. his hands gesture to the room, obviously lived in but not quite personal, and dosei stares in a way that might suggest he's trying to burn a hole through them for answers. ] << You wanna say something, then say it. >>
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Date: 2025-01-23 07:19 am (UTC)back. and back. until they have him cornered.
until he can’t run from them. ]
You… [ they repeat it again, like a sigh. like relief, that they have him here in front of them. this close. and he touched them first. he did. ] You… are so annoying. Yes, I think that’s… a little of what I feel.
[ it’s a start. they’re still trying to figure out the list that makes up their feelings for him. ]
I think… perhaps… you mistake my intentions for pity. Sometimes. [ they push him into the wall, firm - not aggressive. or they try. ] But what’s there to pity when you’re so beautiful and your feelings are so raw?
[ he wants words from them, so they’ll let it spill. trickles at first, then more and more all over his floor. he’ll have to step on the words they leave behind if he wants to escape - and they hope the awkward angles of thoughts scattered poke him into thinking of them. ]
And I am - angry - that you like him. [ they don’t have to elaborate. ] But you don’t like me. All of this and I cannot ignore you. All of this and I still come here to reach for you.
That’s why.